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writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-green/003.md

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+# Codrin Balan#Green --- 2325
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+The first interview that Codrin Bălan conducted was with an author who had uploaded to both of the launches. He had not left anyone behind, not on the system, choosing instead to invest entirely in the launches  themselves. At first, Codrin wondered why it was that this author had chosen to be a part of the interview process, why it was that Dear had recommended him. It was not until they had a chance to talk with the author that ey began to understand why.
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+ His name was Joseph Rankin, and while Codrin had not read any of his Works before, he had certainly heard the name. A man prone to grand literary gestures, one who leaned heavily on the twisting of endless sentences, ceaseless streams of fragments, and up prose that bordered on florid even by Codrin’s standards.They knew that they were prone to many of the same types of writing, but this man took it to an extreme that they could not have expected before.
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+Cousin, deciding to prepare for the interview, had read two of Rankin's books. They were not without their Merit, but they did take a good bit of work to get through. He seemed to write most often about contemporary life within the system. However, much of his work was tied to a sense of magical realism that was, Codrin had to admit, fairly enticing. This was something that Codrin has never managed to capture themself, and so they set aside some time to study the ways in which Rankin used surrealism to, without distracting, enhance the story at hand.
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+Meeting Rankin was exactly as they had expected. There was nothing about him that did not shout Joseph Rankin. He wore his identity on his face, on his chest, in the way his hands moved across the table as they talked, there at the cafe, there sitting out on the street, there sipping their espressos.
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+"so, you are the illustrious Codrin Balan." he said, sipping espresso, looking over the rim of the demitasse appraisingly at Codrin.
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+Something about the man grated at em. They were not quite sure what it was at first, whether it was the self-assured way he spoke, or the self-aggrandizing expression he wore on his face. The man was nigh intolerable.
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+All the same, ey tried eir best to wear a smile on their face as they spoke. 
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